The drive home seemed to last an eternity. Mick tried to conentrate on the road, but he couldn’t stop his eyes from constantly darting over to the small box sitting in Mimi’s lap. Had he really seen what he thought he saw? Was the Quantum Bullet real or just a fantastic dream?
“We are on the cusp of something gigantic.” Mimi said, still astonished from the demonstration.
“I know. It’s incredible. We’re probably going to make history.” he said flatly.
“Is something wrong, Mick?”
He absentmindedly adjusted the rear-view mirror.
“Mimi, I like a Bullet-Fresh omelet as much as the next bloke, but this thing…”
“What is it?”
“Did you ever consider…maybe…it’s too much?”
“What do you mean, sweetie?”
“Once the power players start spreading word of this thing and it eventually trickles down to the Wal-Mart crowd, the world of ktichen appliances will be changed permanently. Millions of people could lose their jobs.”
“It’s just business, Mick.”
“Is it? I’m glad we’re on the right side of this thing for the time being. But have you ever stopped to consider just how powerful HH (Homeland Housewares) could really become?”
“The Chief knows what’s best.” said Mimi, sounding slightly annoyed.
“Always the company girl, huh?”
She scowled at Mick.
“Who the hell do you think pays for this lifestyle we lead? You were some nobody Sunglass Hut cashier before he pulled you into the program.”
“I was just saying…”
“We’re not talking about this. This isn’t even a discussion. You’d better damn well hope this thing takes us to the next level. I’m not going back to Bumfuck, Arkansas.”
Mick wanted to argue, but he knew that once Mimi was this angry, it was useless trying to reason with her.
A few minutes later, they arrived at the front gate of their spacious beachfront condo. Mick entered the code and pulled into the driveway. The two went inside to the kitchen and Mimi set the Quantum Bullet on the counter.
“We better get some sleep, Meems. We’ve got a lot of brainstorming to do tommorow.”
“Don’t sweat it, honey. We’ll hook ‘em. We always do. Besides, this thing will pratically sell–”
Suddenly, the click of a gun safety pierced the relative quiet of the night air.
“Mick and Mimi,” a deep, disembodied voice ennucianted with contempt, “I think it’s time your little toy found it’s way to a new playpen.”